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August's Journal

[18:00] For the most part it was a fabulous extended weekend. Rachel arrived on Thursday evening and there was much rejoicing. We looked around the house together and she set my mind at ease about a few things, we had dinner, and then went to bed as we were both knackered for different reasons. On Friday we didn't get up too early, but were forced to when the guy from the water company announced he was 30 minutes out from being able to install my water meter. He duly arrived on time and the fitting of it (in what I thought was a fairly cramped location) went ahead without any issues. So that was one useful thing done. I can't quite remember what else we did that day, but I'm sure there was handing over the house's ex-owner's passport, which arrived in the post, going for a short run together with Rachel, and having lunch with Shaun to thank him for helping with the move. Oh yes, and we went out to do some shopping for various useful things, but couldn't get a laptop for Rachel as they didn't have the one we wanted in stock, apparently. Anyway, by the end of Friday we were very ready for bed again. On Saturday we got up horribly early so we could get a train to London in the hopes of doing the original Bushy Park parkrun before meeting other people for a run along the river near Richmond Park. Unfortunately the trains were just late enough that we couldn't make the parkrun start in time, so we wandered around the park itself for a short time, then headed to the meeting point to meet some of the other people doing the marathon in Kenya next month. A run of just under ten miles was duly had before we went our separate ways. Rachel and I were famished, so ended up eating a nice eatery a few streets away, and then we got trains to our respective houses (most for Rachel to check her house was still in one piece, drop everything from her trip to Kenya, and get herself a few moments to herself). Rachel then arrived back at my place later on in the evening, in time for us to have a very nice dinner together. I did have a little bit of a meltdown on Saturday evening (or maybe it was Sunday) owing to my piling stresses (both real and imaginary) on myself over the last few days, weeks, months (and in some ways, years). Luckily Rachel is amazing and helped me put everything in perspective. I'm still worried about lots of things to do with the house, but I'm not quite so freaked out about them. On Sunday morning we decided to go for a longer run (time, rather than distance) so I took us on a route I'd run with the local triathlon club a few weekends before, which was rather nice. We showered in my new shower room (with plastic bags up to protect the plaster from getting wet (I don't know how the previous owners managed not to damage the plaster long term)), had a nice lunch, and then headed out to get Rachel's new laptop and a switched 4-gang for me. For the rest of the day I indulged in setting it up for her whilest she indulged in optimising my kitchen. While she had great success (the kitchen looks great, and there's more room for everything I need), I managed to briefly brick her laptop by taking the back off to check I could do a RAM upgrade and didn't reseat the single DIMM in there properly. That caused a bit of swearing. As a reward for fixing it again, not to mention everything we'd done over the weekend we treated ourselves to a sampling of the new-to-us local Indian takeaway and were very pleased with the results.

And that takes us to this morning. Rachel's first cycle to the train station from the new house (we went to London using the new station closer to the house, but it was a serious hassle getting home again, so I don't think we'll do that again any time soon), her wearing her new cycle helmet which she bought over the weekend, and my first Monday in the new house, with getting to work. I have to say that leaving the house a bit earlier certainly made the new part of my cycle commute a lot more pleasant, so maybe I'll become more of an early bird again. I spent most of the morning trying to get my utilities moved from the old address to the new one as they had stubbornly refused to change despite me using the online form to do so. Then I managed to steamroller myself into choosing the wrong new tariff on the new account, so had to spend more time getting them to tear down and then recreate a new account such that I can move it to the right tariff. I'm going to have to wait until tomorrow to get that finished. Then I had to actually call the new house's current utilities provider to get them to create a short-term account (at a horrendous tariff) between the time I moved in and when my provider of choice takes over the metering. Even more annoyance. Good news came in the form of getting a response from a carpenter/joiner/builder to come and look at the things I want doing (not immediately, but at least I got a reply), probable confirmation that I don't need new filters for my kitchen extractor fan as it's not a recirculator, and someone will be able to lend me a steamer wallpaper stripped in a little while so that I can remove the 'feature wall' wallpaper in three rooms (and maybe the staircase). Workwise I dealt with a lot of stuff that is normally spread over a few more people (who're on holiday or needed to be at home for other reasons), helped an engineer replace a motherboard in one of our server rooms (which didn't work in the end as there was a DIMM slot failure on the new board), and coordinated some server VM disk space reconfiguration actions, which probably won't happen tomorrow, but might have to happen on Thursday rather than me doing a before-work run.

Right now though it's home time. I'm pooped.

[18:35] Another night in the new house. I got home after going to John Lewis for some bits and bobs and forced myself to head out for a short run rather that simply go home and eat. Happily, one of the things I bought was my housewarming present from my parents; an induction-compatible grill/griddle pan. This meant I was able to cook one of my favour go-to meals, which includes ostrich steaks. I did also use the shower in the house for the first time (other showers were had at work after running). That was interesting, and leads me to believe I may need to get some more waterproofing done in the bathroom to both wall and floor (tile grouting). But that shouldn't need doing straight away.

After another night when I woke in the middle of it, and therefore didn't want to get up at 06:00 for a run I eventually got up and headed to work. I'm discovering that the junctions I've crossed over on a Saturday morning to get to parkrun are a lot busier on a weekday morning and evening. I really need to be careful when going over them on the cycle path. But I survived getting to work today and have spend the day trying to reduce the number of issues being flagged up by our monitoring system. An exercise in futility for the most part as many of them are things I just can't do anything about.

At lunch time I went into town and got spare parts for one of Rachel's bikes in Croydon, went and got my "so you're now over 40 years old" health checkup (which left my arm pretty sore after the blood draw) and went back to John Lewis to return something which I bought last night. What's more important is that Rachel arrives home from Kenya to my local train station in about forty minutes, so I need to head off, find her bike at the station and then cycle home with her to show her how I'm settling in. We're not going to work tomorrow, so we'll have some time to reconnect, do some unpacking, go for a run together, and perhaps even have some lunch with Shaun in one of the local pubs to thank him for helping me move. It'll also be the first time Shaun has met Rachel. Oh, and in the morning I hope to be getting a water meter fitted, although there's a chance it won't be as I think the stopcock is in a really problematic place. Here's hoping if it can't be fitted close to it, it can be fitted elsewhere on the property, like the one in my old (rented) house was.

Anyway, see you on Monday. Over the weekend we'll be going to London to do some running with some of the other people going to Kenya with us next month, and probably some other stuff I haven't thought of yet. Mostly it'll be doing things with Rachel, which is all I really care about.

[16:50] Second night in the new house and I slept a lot better, thank you. I even managed to get the oven to work (there's a manual). However, the wind blowing a minor gale this morning, plus still feeling absolutely shattered in the morning meant that I didn't end up running before work. I also didn't get to go running at lunch time either as I got Chris to give me a lift home to check that my broadband was up and running and that the delivery from Yodel was going to be accepted. In the end the broadband worked first time and the delivery actually fitted through the letterbox, which was great.

Back at work this afternoon I've been faced with a few issues I haven't had to deal with in a long time as John's been taking care of them. Also a few issues have cropped up which would have been my problem if I'd been associated with them. Happily I wasn't, so I get to go home on time. And by home I mean to John Lewis to buy an induction hob compatible non-stick grill/griddle pan and a similarly non-stick sauce pan.

Rachel arrives tomorrow!

[17:25] Well, I'm moved. I'm in, and now the process of unpacking and adapting myself to fit this new shape of house begins. It has been an interesting few days. On Saturday I went out to parkrun and ran pretty much as fast as I can at the moment. This netted me a reasonable, but not extraordinary 5K time. 25 seconds off my PB for the same course, 43 seconds of Rachel's PB for the same. Still, not too bad for my age, I guess. After that it was back home to shower and do more packing and cleaning. Most of the afternoon was spent paying the help I was going to get on Sunday forward by helping Shaun's brother-in-law move house. Just a bit of lifting. Not all that much. Saturday night I ate fairly well, I think. I don't remember much about it, but I tried to get a reasonably early night.

On Sunday morning I just couldn't sleep past about 04:00 so got up around 07:00 and after having breakfast decided to go for a run to work off some stress. In the grand scheme of marathon distances, 16km isn't all that much, but it helped. When I got home I had texts from Rachel, my landladies, and the seller of the house. Rachel had had her laptop and Garmin watch stolen from her hotel room while she was at breakfast, so I spent a useful few minutes changing all of her Google-related passwords for her (luckily she'd had her passport and smartphone with her). My landladies had some queries about things, and the house seller wanted me to arrive a little later to learn how the house worked. When I eventually went over there we spent about an hour going through everything, which was remarkably helpful (although still need to sit down and spend a good period of time working out how the under floor heating and the remote controlled central heating actually work). After that I went home, did some more packing, including packing the van once Shaun had delivered it towards the beginning of the evening, and then tried to relax with a delivery pizza before bed.

Naturally I didn't sleep all that well, although perhaps that was down to my left hand next door neighbour's smoke/fire/carbon monoxide alarm going off at midnight. It went on so long I actually got dressed and broke into their back garden so I could look into their windows and see if there was a fire. I even called the emergency services, but they told me that unless I could see either smoke/flames or people in black and white striped jumpers having it away on their toes with a television set I'd just have to try and ignore it. About twenty minutes later the alarm stopped, but I don't think I got much more sleep. Moving day went fairly smoothly in the end. I had keys from Sunday's meeting, so once Shaun and Fran arrived we drove over there and did the first unload. After Cormac arrived we went back, had some packed lunch (courtesy of Fran), then loaded up the van with stuff for the tip (my old sofas (used to be Shaun's) and some DVD/CD stands) and furniture. After that it was just bikes, bookshelves, and the mattress. Once everything was in the house Cormac, Shaun and Fran went home and I attempted to start unpacking a bit. It turns out the new kitchen has significantly less storage space than the old one, so I'm definitely going to have to rationalise/slim down what I own. After a few hours of emptying a few boxes I got fed up, made the lounge presentable, accepted delivery of the fridge freezer, ordered a curry, and literally made the bed (framel). The food arrived as I was finishing the bed (perfect timing) so I settled down to watch a film for a bit and ate. Around 22:00 I figured it would be OK to cycle back to the old house and empty the fridge freezer there. So I cycled over (ten minutes), stuck everything in my panniers and cycled back to load up the new appliance.

I don't know if it was first night nerves, the two slices of leftover pizza I ate on the cycle back from the old house, the curry, the second naan I had to order to qualify for free delivery (cost more than the naan), the new house sounds (including traffic noise), the shot of whisky I had to celebrate moving in and surviving, or the air (temperature), but I had a horrible night's sleep and woke in the small hours with a headache like I haven't had in more years than I can remember. It persisted all the way through my cycle into town to get my fridge freezer warranty card filled in, my two bank account home addresses changed, and the cycle to work. I can still tell it's there now, even after a morning of work, getting my utilities notified of all meter readings at old and new properties, helping my landladies help the water reader guy read the meter at the old property (over the phone), a fairly relaxed run at lunch time, and an afternoon of work. I'm about to go home, take stock, go to the new very close Tesco, and then consider doing another box or two. I might even learn how to use the induction hob and work out which of my pans work on it. I really need a non-stick griddle pan that does. Hopefully my home broadband will come on tomorrow, too.

[16:35] A somewhat quieter today, thank goodness. I almost decided to get up and run this morning as the residual stress meant I was awake and staring at the ceiling at around 04:00, but decided at least trying to doze was a better use of my time. Given Rachel's probably not getting to run much I can claim it's a form of solidarity not to be doing so either this week (and potentially next week, too). Nothing really happened at work today other some useful administravia and my line manager finally getting on the case to get some really, really old servers (and their virtual guests) decommissioned. I don't think it'll happen any time soon, but at least it's not just me banging my drum on my own any more.

I began packing the kitchen up last night and rapidly discovered that I'm at least two moderately large boxes short of what I need to finish packing everything. All of my glassware, crockery, and cutlery is unboxed. I think what I'm going to have to do is unpack a few boxes at the far end and bring them back. This shouldn't be an issue at all and means, in a way, that I'll already have started unpacking! See, this is me being positive about something. Anyway, there are enough odds and ends remaining unpacked that I'd need to bring back some boxes for that stuff, so it's not like I wouldn't have had to have done it for another reason. What I might use is the collapsable crates, even if they are much smaller than most boxes, and I only have two of them. Maybe the crates and a box or two. In any event, I think I've got a handle on what's required.

The plan for the next three days is as follows: Tonight I go home and do very little. Maybe watch a film and make dinner from things in the fridge and freezer. Saturday morning I cycle to parkrun, warm up a lot (including lots of abdominal stretching), run hard to very hard (depending on how my abdominal area responds to doing so), cycle home again, shower, and then consider what I can squeeze into already closed (necessitating reopening them) boxes. Dismantle the bed and put the mattress on the floor. Some time on Saturday perhaps head over to help Shaun move his brother-in-law to a new house. Hopefully eat a little more from fridge/freezer/unpacked cupboards. Sunday morning I will potentially go for a long run early on so I can be showered and cycling to the new house in time to arrive around 11:00. Learn things about the new house from the current owners, and take away a set of keys. Sunday afternoon I'll do some cleaning and box arranging near the front door. Some time later on Sunday Shaun drops off the van and I pack it as sensibly as I can without straining anything. Monday morning Shaun arrives and we drive to the new house, I read the meters, we unpack the first load, I empty a few boxes, and we drive back to the old house and maybe do another run before lunch. Shaun potentially drops me off at the new house with a bike (or I cycle there) and I move boxes around while he uses the broadband at my old house to work from home until John Lewis deliver my fridge freezer. I wait a little bit, maybe we do a run with the van to move the majority of the furniture and my mattress, and then plug in the fridge freezer. I wait a little more and then we shift whatever I have left in the fridge and freezer, I read the meters at the old house, do E.ON's online moving house procedure and then I lock up and post the keys through the letter box. I then go to my new house, maybe assemble the bed frame, or maybe sleep on the mattress on the floor for some silly symbolic reason, and head to work on Tuesday morning. Somewhere in there I'll be buying Shaun and Cormac some food and drink.

So, that's my next three days. I hope you have a pleasant few. More news when I return.

[17:10] I had another Day today. Herewith roughly what happened. This morning I was still a significant amount short of the money I needed. I transfered it from one account at 06:00, then went for a run as I couldn't sleep. This didn't seem to cause any hernia-related discomfort, so that was a positive, at least. Once I got back I check the next account in the chain and the amount was available. I duly FasterPayment'd it over to my account at 07:30 - as one lump sum, having seen on both bank's web sites that this amount was acceptable to transfer in one go. Come 12:00 and while it has gone from the sending account, it was not showing in mine. Cue more stress. Rather than wait and wait and wait and perhaps see it bounced back, I called another - amazing, wonderful - friend and got the cash from them... although only half of it was reflected in my online banking balance (of course it was). After stressing some more I went in to the bank, had to sit for 30 minutes for an appointment - during which time I at least ascertained that all of the money had finally cleared - and then began the CHAPS process. It was at this point that (not having been told this on the phone) I found that having my bank card, knowing the PIN, and details of transactions on the account wasn't enough ID. Would my driving license do? Why yes it would. Wait, that's not the address on the account. No, that's my parents' address because I was due to emigrate so changed it to what amounted to my "address here", then didn't, and have been in rented accommodation since. Ah, well, that might be a problem for IDing you... Even in this day and age, it appears that pleading with the bank/branch manager (by proxy, the person doing the CHAPS transfer for me went to see him 'upstairs' and was very much in my corner) is still a thing.

Long story short, CHAPS transfer approved.

Counter to my previous experience with getting money out of my other bank, the other CHAPS transfer went perfectly well over the phone, although the callback took significantly longer to happen than I was comfortable with.

So there you have it. Both CHAPS transfers to my solicitor are - apparently - in motion. I owe two people a lot of money and a great deal of thanks, this morning's transfer had finally arrived in my account when I made it back to the office so I was able to pay that back immediately, which took a little bit of complication out of my current financial situation.

I don't feel happy, or excited, or even relieved. Just numb. There's still lots to do and unpick now. Although much of that won't happen until next Thursday, when my held up money should appear, somewhere, in some account. Probably.

I'm going home now. Not to celebrate, but to do some more packing, and then hope to get a full night's sleep without grinding my teeth.

[17:55] So today has been what's technically known as A Day. It started off with me checking myself for herniated bits and bobs for most of the morning, meaning I wasn't feeling all that great by the time I gave up and got out of bed. At the doctor's surgery things were already running behind by a good 20 minutes, which didn't help. The diagnosis was... inconclusive, but I feel like if I start running right now the discomfort/pain is going to come right back, which is incredibly disheartening. Unsurprisingly, I haven't been thinking/worrying about it all that much because of what has been going on since then.

After leaving the surgery I headed to the bank that holds all of the money I intend to put towards the new house and asked them to help me transfer it all to the account I wanted to do the CHAPS payment from to my solicitor. They couldn't even access my investment portfolio account because that's a completely different arm of the bank to the savings bit, and they couldn't access my ISA because I didn't have anything with me that they'd accept as ID for doing so. So I decided to just do everything from my computer at work. When I got to work it turned out I couldn't do withdrawals from my ISA online, so I had to call up and do it over the phone. Fair enough. Fifty percent of my money ready to go. Then I turned to my investment portfolio and (like an idiot who hadn't looked into this fully beforehand) worked my way through transfering the money from shares/stocks 'units' into money, and then having it transfered to the cash-only part of the account. First of all I was stymied by only being allowed to take out a maximum of ninety-five percent of the total in it (fair enough), but then I discovered to my horror that the turn around for the money going from 'units' to my nominated account was six working days. Given I complete contracts for the house purchase next Monday (three working days from now), this was something of a Problem. I spent a long time on the phone trying to get them to make things go faster, but apparently it's set in stone. I called my solicitor/conveyancer, who, in his many years of doing his job, had never had someone come to him with this problem of being in potential breach of contract. We went through the numbers of the money I'd owe, the interest rates on that, on the mortgage payment I'd be short, on the mortgage payment the seller might be short if they needed the money the same day, and the solicitor fees that would naturally be generated for causing this kind of problem. The generous estimate was tolerable, but not pleasant. I rang off, called the seller to explain, then called my parents to panic a bit. They're not all that well off, so were definitely not going to be able to help me in financial regard, but they were very helpful emotionally, and got me thinking clearly. Which is when I remember that I have an astonishingly lovely, wonderful, generous, caring, and giving girlfriend. In Kenya. Extremely luckily, at the time I tried to get in contact she had just landed from flying from Uganda, so I was able to have a long international phone call with her where she told me how to get the money I needed. Or at least, the lion's share of it. For the final bit I reached out to another very, very good friend who, on hearing my plight also agreed to lend me the money until next Thursday (when the bank should hopefully give me what's mine). At that point I'll make a couple of very big transfers back to Rachel and my friend and count myself extremely lucky that I have them both in my life. I've called my solicitor and the seller and told them both the good news, and with luck I should be able to do the last transfers into my account tomorrow morning and the CHAPS transfers later on in the morning or in the afternoon.

So, not really any time to think about a potential hernia. Although I have desperately wanted to go for a run (away, from everything). I'm very scared that if I do the pain/discomfort will come back straight away and leave me even more disheartened, though. Did I already say that? I can't remember. One of those days, I guess. Sorry.

More news on everything financial and stuff tomorrow. I'll be trying a run before work, so news on that front, too. Hopefully good.

[17:10] I'd fully intended to go and do my sprintervals at lunch time today. I was even four minutes into my jog there when I felt a very weird sensation in my lower abdomen (like a weird tendon pop thing) and then some discomfort. I stopped, gave it a massage (couldn't feel anything) and then started running again. A few steps later the discomfort came back again. I gave it another rub and tried running again. When the same feeling came back I immediately thought the worst (inguinal hernia), stopped running and walked back to the building, showered and have spent the rest of the afternoon sitting down and scaring myself with internet searches and worry. As it is I've got a health check thing scheduled for next Thursday which is what men my age are being offered now to check cholesterol and blood pressure and things like that. Even though I had an ultrasound a few years ago to check this stuff out I think I'll mention it again and hope it's not a worsening of whatever I did or didn't have before. It couldn't have come at a much worse time considering I'm going to be picking up a lot of heavy boxes in the next week, the running a marathon in seven weeks or so from now.

Work-wise some stuff has happened. Nothing all that interesting other than the dodgy UPS at one of our server rooms is now back online and serving power. Hopefully it won't go wrong any timer soon, or at all, really.

I've just been for a very very short jog and the discomfort/pain came back in what seems like exactly the place that could mean an inguinal hernia on the left hand side. One person reckons either trapped wind or my period(!), my mother wonders if it could be a pulled muscle. I hope it's any or all of those things, and not something that could require surgery, and risk my running in Kenya. I've managed to get a doctor appointment for tomorrow morning, so hopefully they'll be able to either put my mind at rest, or progress things as quickly as possible. I'll 'happily' have it done privately if it means getting it done quickly in time for me to be ready to run in Kenya.

[17:35] So Rachel can receive texts but not send them, while she's in Uganda. Her internet access is also limited, so we're not getting to email all that often. Still, when we do we get to swap the emails we've been writing offline. At least in her case, I can write them while I'm online, so that's OK. Anyway, that's that.

Over the weekend I ran to and from parkrun, which meant that my actual parkrun wasn't all that fast, which was disappointing, even as I got a good ten miles of running in over the course of the morning. It was even more disappointing when I realised that someone who didn't used to be a runner, but was a much stronger rower than me is now a faster runner than me, too. I think I might have to start making Saturday mornings my second speed session of the week and see if I can start approaching my 5K parkrun PB time again. I'm not sure how possible it is as I honestly do feel like I'm seriously slowing down with age (despite knowing a lot of people older than me who are getting faster, or have remained fast). So that was Saturday morning. I spent much of the remaining hours of Saturday packing. All of my clothes bar the ones I need for the next week have now been packed. Various items of furniture have been moved downstairs. The bathroom has been cleared of everything but the essentials. The lounge/dining room area is now a sea of boxes. All I really have left to do is the kitchen entire, and various odds and sods around the place. Oh, and to dismantle the bed. But I won't do that until Sunday. Once I was tired of packing (and vacuuming) I ordered pizza and settled down for an evening of relaxation. On Sunday I got up early enough to make it to the same parkrun location to do a long run with the local triathlon club. I've done it a few times before and they're happy for me to come along. I ran there (shorter route this time), did the 19km or so, then ran home again the same way. This, despite it not being all that hard (except for the last 4km or so) was enough to tucker me out for the remainder of the day. I struggled home, showered, had some lunch, and then went to the new house to collect the post which has already started to accumulate there. After that I went to the Tesco closest to the new place and tried to find all the stuff I would normally get, in totally new locations. Then I went home and did nothing at all for the rest of the day, which was totally what I needed. I even went to bed before 22:00 as I was totally exhausted.

This morning I didn't feel too bad, but I was very glad I wasn't getting up to run before work or at lunch time today. At work I've mainly been doing stuff with Red Hat Satellite, doing the Ansible configuration of the six new servers I cloned on Friday, and generally dealing with a mass of servers running into their warning zones with regard to disk usage. I'll be in slightly earlier tomorrow morning to do a small bit of maintenance on a server, and then we'll have to see what the rest of the day brings, other than some rather unpleasant sprintervals at lunch time which I've invited Max to come along to, if he's in town. Oh, I also changed a few more addresses today. Importantly, my driver's license, which has been showing my parents' address since I thought I was going to be emigrating to the USA, and my Sweaty Betty brochure address (as I buy Rachel things from there which catch my eye).

[16:30] Well, we've made it to September. The month I move house. Not too long now, and things are starting to come together... I hope. I've ordered my fridge freezer and, just like with everything else in my life that I've been paying money for, it's probably at the point it's at its most expensive judging from PriceSpy. This is how things seem to be going for me with regard to the house, and things in it. I've probably spent a good number of thousands of pounds more than I needed to over everything to do with it. I guess it doesn't matter all that much so long as I get my money's worth, continue to save hard where I can, and don't waste money on things I don't actually need. I've also been told that my friend has hired the van he's going to be driving my stuff to the new house in, which is great. I'll also be getting it on the Sunday evening before the Monday moving day. This means I can fill it at my 'leisure' the day before, meaning the first thing to happen on Monday morning as soon as he arrives is us driving over to the new house to unload. Chances are we might be able to get pretty much everything done before I have to sit around for the afternoon and wait for the fridge freezer to be delivered. This could be extremely handy. I mean, we may have to wait for the late afternoon/evening to shift some of the more problematic bits of furniture that require more than two people, but if everything's done but one final trip by lunch time I'll be quite pleased.

Other than that I got a text from Rachel saying she'd arrived at her first port of call safely, which was a relief. I should go over the course of the weekend and collect some post from the new house which already seems to be accumulating, and maybe even consider what I'm doing over the weekend (packing, obviously). I'm sure I'll squeeze in a parkrun, maybe another run on the Sunday, a Tesco trip (paying attention to what I do and don't need to carry to the new house, especially as the new fridge freezer will need to sit quietly in the corner for a few hours once it arrives before I switch it on).

Oh, I nearly forgot: work. Yes, I did some work today. Mainly though I've been sitting around waiting for VMWare to crank out six new VMs from the same template, which was in a different location to where the VMs need to be. So that's been taking all day. I might just leave that to go on its own over the weekend, then run Ansible over them on Monday morning.